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    HIKERS
    Good morning, sir.

    And they walk down the path, disappear around the bend.
    Just then–

    VANITY is standing by his side, a
    wildflower in her hands–

    VANITY
    (softly)
    I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have
    said those things. Will you
    forgive me?

    PRINCE
    (softly)
    Yes.

    He takes the flower, slips it into his
    jacket, kisses her forehead.

    (60) EXT. GLADE AND BARN — DAWN

    as they ride down a leaf-strewn path and
    pull to a stop near an old, weathered,
    dilapidated BARN. It stands large and
    silent like a painting. A low THUNDER
    rolls across the land…

    (61) INT. BARN — DAWN

    DAWN LIGHT burns through the wooden
    slats… STEAM rises from the wet hay
    scattered throughout. The air is thick
    and damp. It begins to RAIN.

    Vanity stands in the middle of the barn,
    gazing at the storm. Beads of
    perspiration glisten on her forehead.
    She turns slowly, watches as Prince
    retrieves old blankets from a nearby
    stall. Their eyes search one another
    out, their breathing becomes short,
    expectant. She hesitates a moment, then
    pulls off her blouse, discards it to the
    moist, dusty floor.